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My roommates and I had all been eagerly waiting for this weekend. It was our first weekend together as working women in New York City. No early alarms needed to be set, no long hour days – just relaxing, eating, drinking and of course some partying here and there. Exactly what we all needed after a long week.

It began with a lazy Saturday afternoon of tanning on the rooftop, transforming ourselves from white ghosts to golden goddesses. At least that’s what we were going for…

We were resting up for our big night out that night. One of my roommates was having a few of her high school guy friends over at the apartment.

They came armed with four cases of beer and a very concerned looking elevator man, our friend, Astrit.

We sipped wine and drank beer on the rooftop until the sun went down. It was like something straight out of Gossip Girl or a movie. A perfect view of Central Park in the background and the hum of summer songs playing from the speaker. At that moment in time I was so perfectly happy and 100% content. I thought to myself I could do this every weekend for the rest of my summers. Although, later we found out we weren’t really allowed to be up there drinking, soo that kind of kills my plans but I think our elevator friends like us enough to let us get away with it another once or twice. We shall see!

The 11G Core Four that actually live in the apartment

The party eventually moved back down to the apartment were we played some games and mingled more with our new friends. One of the guys there played the piano for us in between games. It was the craziest thing, all he did was listen to a song and then he could play it perfectly on the piano. Even if was his first time hearing it, he mimicked it absolutely perfectly. The coolest thing he played was Timber by Pitbull. I didn’t even know that was something that could be played on a piano. It sounded exactly like it too!

Once the clock struck midnight we knew we had to make some moves. Not all of us made it out of the apartment at the same time. Some left much later and some never left at all.

My roommate, Shannon, and I left to go to this bar with some of the newer guys that showed up late. The rest were going to meet us later. It is incredibly hard to get a large number of people all out of the house at the same time. I’m learning how slowly people move as a group.

Shannon and I waited on the sidewalk, with the other guys, waiting for everyone to get downstairs. One of the guys thought it would be funny to start a pull up contest on the construction bars above our head. As soon as some people walked by and the guy asked if they wanted to join his pull up contest. That is when I made a quick exit to the side of the road and hailed a taxi cab faster than I have ever hailed a cab in my life. Within 45 seconds of the first pull up Shannon and I were in a cab on our way to Bounce Sporting Club to meet up with her brother.

The club was elegant, upscale and was filled with so many well dressed people. I got to meet Shannon’s brother for the first time and I also got to make an incredibly embarrassing first impression of myself. Here’s why. Lately I have been working out and trying to work on my arms. I know how bad that sounds, but I’m not doing it in a I-want-to-get-ripped kind of way. All I want is a little definition because right now I have none of that going on. So, when I go out I sometimes notice peoples arms. Well… I noticed Shannon’s brothers arms because they were big. Jokingly I said to Shannon, your brother does arms at the gym, which she then proceeded to turn around and tell him how I too do arms and I thought he had nice arms. I immediately covered my wimpy arms in embarrassment as he looked at them to see if you could tell I had been working out, which of course you couldn’t. He laughed about my comment and I secretly wanted to die. Great first impression, ugh.

Shannon tells me I had a great time the rest of the night. Callie and Chelsea were jealous I went clubbing but basically I really didn’t. At least memory wise… Whoops! It happens to the best of us. Too. Many. Pineapple. Vodkas.

I got my first business card from a guy. It was a new experience for me. Shannon said I denied this guy on three separate occasions so he finally just gave me his card with the hopes I would call. She said I just wasn’t having it with him, which I don’t know why that was the case because turns out he’s actually a cute somewhat successful real man. Perfect, I threw away my chances.

Poor Shannon, he tried so hard to get us to sit at his table with all his cute guy friends but god only knows why I insisted that I would not go near or anywhere with him. Soo we never met any of his cute friends. Yup, there I go again throwing away more chances.

It started to get late and so we went home. Except I left a little earlier, got a few slices of pizza and then brought it all back to the apartment to share with everyone. I ordered some weird chicken calzone type thing so I guess I lose that earlier point for being normal.

Sunday morning was rough but we all made it through with lots of water and delicious food from 72nd Street Bagel.